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 Jul 2015 alison
Laniatus
What a discovery
In between
Those yellowy perfumed pages
Of Tom Sawyer.
Your two-dimensional form undeterred
From your first installment of life
Some thirty odd years ago.
Immortal shell, you
Unlike your wind torn
Finally winter buried friends
Now of new purpose - As ornament,
As fossil, own a new beauty.
I dare not peel your fragility,
Your thin, dried silk like skin.
The new epoch which has now found you,
Daisy and Forget-me-not entwined
In still-life, frozen, embraced;
I gently close the book, closing
Your new chapter against the page
Leaving you for the next to discover.
Flicking through books and found three dried daisies and a sprig of forget-me-nots. This was my Granddad's book handed down so my Grandma would've put them in there years ago. No doubt they're older than me, and looking at them with that in mind.... Gives me joy in the ponder.
 Jul 2015 alison
brian mclaughlin
The time that was lost
delivered its cost
the pain it brought
covered my heart with a frost

This life never fair
others they stare
it's sack cloth and ashes
this garment I wear

They watch as I cry
not one caring why
they all think that I'm crazy
why must children die

So now while I mourn
and sit here forlorn
I have one giant question
why the hell were we born
 Jul 2015 alison
Marianne M
#7
 Jul 2015 alison
Marianne M
#7
Whatever you do, never run back to what broke you.
TenWordStory
 Jul 2015 alison
GfS
I guess, if you would ask me
"Do you smoke?"
I would probably, jokingly say
"Yes, I do"
Because, I have this need to have it
in my lungs once in a while
(the smoke, I mean...)
Especially, when my lungs
couldn't handle it anymore
and the overbearing stress
overwhelms me

I have my "cigarettes" with me
all the time
and when I need to take a break
I would usually pull it out
and take a puff of the bittersweet
air that fills my lungs

There's that satisfaction whenever
I'd take a puff
It's like my lungs finally breathed in
real fresh air

Sometimes, when I need a stronger dose
I would resort to a more "mechanical"
kind of cigarette
Kinda like your bongs and ****

I too make those ephemeral patterns
most of the time, from my mechanical cigarette
and sometimes, with my mobile one
just for fun

People do worry for me as well
the "non-smokers" that have that
same curiousity of
"What does it feel like?"
"How often do you take a puff"
"I wanna try, but it seems dangerous"
And I too feel that annoyance where
people tell you to take better care of
yourself whenever you'd take a puff

So, I guess..
Yes, I do smoke
Just a different kind of smoke
You take in your smoke
I take in mine
The only difference is
I'm not killing myself
From the 1990s to 2010s
Asthma had a worldwide mortality rate
of 250 million people.
We are a population of people who fight our number one obstacle DAILY..
sometimes unsure if today would be our last
and yet... It saddens me that there are people, blessed with healthy lungs, ruin themselves because
"It looks cool"
or
"Because other people are doing it"
or
"I'm really stressed out"
You have the one thing that I have been jealous
about, ever since I was a child, and here you are ruining it
and here I am stuck in bed suffering a persistent asthma attack
thinking that death would be kinder
 Jun 2015 alison
Davy
I'm lonely, yet not alone.
I'm cold on a hot day.
I'm dark in the brightest of lights.
I'm bad to everyone's good.
I'm a waste of everyone's space and air.
I'm hideous in this superficial world.
I have no purpose in this society where everyone has purpose.
I have absolutely no talent in this talented community...

I guess the only 'positive' thing I can say about me is "I am"
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